{"id":48,"date":"2012-09-08T20:38:00","date_gmt":"2012-09-08T20:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/?p=48"},"modified":"2015-03-25T15:12:39","modified_gmt":"2015-03-25T15:12:39","slug":"high-school","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/?p=48","title":{"rendered":"High School"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>High school makes me feel stupid.&nbsp; When I was in high school, I was a fairly good student.&nbsp; Not valedictorian&nbsp;good like my husband, but I did okay.&nbsp; In college, I even managed to graduate with honors.&nbsp; I went on to law school and graduated.&nbsp; I studied, took the bar exam, and passed.&nbsp; By all accounts, I would seem like a woman with some intelligence.&nbsp; That all came to a screeching halt this week as I tried to help my son with Algebra 1.&nbsp; I&nbsp;found myself&nbsp;looking at a worksheet filled with strange formulas and graphs; none of which seemed familiar to me.&nbsp; Fortunately, one of my daughters has the same class and teacher so I asked her for help.&nbsp; She began explaining the formulas and graphs to me.&nbsp; I nodded as she spoke.&nbsp; And when she was done, she asked if I understood.&nbsp; I had to tell her that I honestly didn&#8217;t because she was speaking some kind of foreign language and I needed her to speak English.&nbsp; She smiled and&nbsp;kindly explained again, but slower this time.&nbsp; We managed to get the homework done, but I was left feeling very inadequate!<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere between passing the bar and now, I have lost, what seems to be,&nbsp;valuable information.&nbsp; I had forgotten how to define range and domain for a graph.&nbsp; I had forgotten how to write a function in the f(x) format.&nbsp; I know I learned it before.&nbsp; After all, I had taken Algebra.&nbsp; Yes it was many, many years ago, but still, I should have remembered.&nbsp;Right?!&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>For some reason, not remembering made me feel&nbsp;inadequate..less than&#8230;not up to par.&nbsp; I could hear the voices in my head saying that I&#8217;ve let my intellectual side go.&nbsp; That I have filled my head with useless and unnecessary stuff.&nbsp;&nbsp;That&#8217;s when I began to think about what qualifies as valuable.&nbsp; Something is valuable when it is highly important or esteemed.&nbsp; Well,&nbsp;I can tell you that the definitions of range and domain or how to write a function have not been of high importance to me since I took Algebra.&nbsp; But my kids and my husband are.&nbsp; And over the years&nbsp;I have learned valuable&nbsp;things about them and myself.&nbsp; I&#8217;ve learned <em>a lot<\/em> about child development.  (My undergraduate degree is in child development and family studies.  There&#8217;s a lot they don&#8217;t teach you!)&nbsp;&nbsp; I&#8217;ve learned how to negotiate and compromise.&nbsp; I&#8217;ve learned how to extend grace and receive it&nbsp;when given.&nbsp; I&#8217;ve learned how to love, even when it&#8217;s hard.&nbsp; I remember important events and milestones.&nbsp; I remember people who have passed through our lives, helping us and loving us.&nbsp; These are highly important and esteemed.<\/p>\n<p>I have come to terms with the fact that there is a lot I have forgotten.&nbsp; That&#8217;s what text books, the Internet, and siblings are for.&nbsp; But there is so much more&nbsp;that I hold near to my heart and cherish.&nbsp; And that&#8217;s what&#8217;s truly valuable.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>High school makes me feel stupid.&nbsp; When I was in high school, I was a fairly good student.&nbsp; Not valedictorian&nbsp;good like my husband, but I did okay.&nbsp; In college, I even managed to graduate with honors.&nbsp; I went on to &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/?p=48\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=48"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=48"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=48"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}